A second piece of parchment burst out of the cup, propelled by flames. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The warriors of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "it's Fleur Delacour!"

"It's her, Roger, look," called Harry, the girl who had been snatched away by Roger during the meal last night, and she stood up gracefully, flicked her silver hair, and walked lightly between the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuff tables.

"Oh, lo and behold, they're all disappointed. Hermione said in a commotion, nodding to the other Beauxbatons representatives.

Roger felt that the word "disappointed" was used too lightly... Two of the girls who were not chosen burst into tears, buried their heads in the crooks of their arms, and wept sadly.

When Fleur Delacour entered the next room, the auditorium fell silent again, this time with a thrill that could be tasted. Now it's the turn of the Hogwarts Warriors...

At that moment, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, the sparks exploded, and the tongue of fire soared high into the air, and Dumbledore pulled a third piece of parchment from the tip of the tongue.

"Warriors of Hogwarts," he exclaimed, "it's Cedric Diggory!"

"Yay!!" Harry laughed and high-fived Hermione. The Champions of Hogwarts have been chosen, and they are safe!

"Fuck!, it's still him!!" Roger scolded angrily, but no one heard him, and the cheers on the table next to him were even more deafening.

Every Hufflepuff student was jumping up and down, screaming and stomping, when Cedric walked past them, smiling brightly, toward the room behind the staff's desk. The cheers for Cedric went on for a long time, and it was a long time before Dumbledore quieted everyone and listened to him.

Great!" When the noise finally subsided, Dumbledore said happily, "Alright, now all three of our warriors have been chosen. I know I can count on all of you, including Beauxbatons and the rest of Durmstrang, to support your Warriors with all your might. You will also contribute a lot to this event by cheering on the Warriors......"

But Dumbledore stopped talking, and everyone could see what had caught his attention.

The flame in the goblet turned red again, and the smiles of Hermione and Harry froze on their faces... They have an extremely bad premonition about this phenomenon...

The sparks crackled and burst out. A long tongue of fire suddenly burst into the air, and a piece of parchment was held out of it.

Dumbledore reached out in surprise and grabbed the parchment with a slender hand. He held it up far away, glaring at the name written on it. After a long silence, Old Deng glared at the note in his hand, and everyone in the auditorium stared at their headmaster.

After a while, Dumbledore cleared his throat and said aloud, "Harry Potter." ”

Harry froze in his seat, as if frozen, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, and could only look at Roger with resentment.

And the thing was looking at him blankly. This little expression... If he hadn't known what Roger was, Harry might have believed him.

Professor McGonagall stood up from the guest of honor and walked quickly to Professor Dumbledore's ear and whispered eagerly, Dumbledore listened intently, frowning slightly.

From the guest of honor, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and nodded at Professor McGonagall.

"Harry Potter!" he shouted again, "Harry, please come up here!"

"Go ahead. Hermione whispered, nudging Harry.

Harry stood up, ready to go to the professors to explain what was going on.

But at this moment, the professors in the guest of honor all became dumbfounded, and Professor McGonagall pointed at the Goblet of Fire in a daze, and Dumbledore had already been attracted to this phenomenon... The flame in the goblet turned red again...

Hermione's eyes widened, and her hand involuntarily grabbed Roger's arm.

Old Deng grabbed the parchment and looked at the name written on it...

"Neville Longbottom!"

Neville sat there, realizing that everyone in the auditorium was turning their heads to look at him. The little fat man was completely stunned, his mind was blank, he felt that he must be dreaming, he must have heard it wrong.

But before the guests of honor could say anything, the vision happened again, and the Goblet of Fire changed color again, and spat out a small piece of parchment.

Old Deng had already subconsciously scooped up the piece of paper in his hand: "Ginny Weasley!"

"Whew~" The Goblet of Fire followed and spat out another note.

Old Deng caught: "Roger Collins!"

"Whew~" is another one.

Deng Sr.: "Hermione Granger!"

"Whew~"

"Luna Lovegood!"

Everyone in the auditorium doesn't know what to look at this situation...

Several of the named friends subconsciously stood up, and Neville stepped on the bottom edge of his robe, stumbling slightly.

Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at them. There was no applause. A buzzing sound began to fill the auditorium, as if countless angry bees were chirping. Some of the students also stood up in order to see the people more clearly.

Roger grinned shamelessly and waved his hand to the classmates who were left and right, looking at it was like watching a concert and being named by an idol to interact on stage.

"How many of you... Come up first," Dumbledore said with a bit of a feeble attitude, suddenly feeling that this Triwizard Tournament would be the first one to end before it even started...

Hermione tugged at Roger's arm, her nails digging deep into his flesh as she pushed too hard.

"How did you do that?" the girl asked in a vicious whisper.

"I don't know~" The jackpot-like expression on Roger's face instantly converged, and changed back to a dazed expression: "Probably our luck is good..."

"I believe in your evil!The Triwizard Tournament is so named because each of the three schools has chosen one person..."Hermione's whispered question was interrupted by another urging from Old Deng.

"Let's go up first—" Harry glanced at his friends, who felt a lot more relieved to have someone with him.

They walked along the passage between the desks of the various colleges. It suddenly seemed to Hermione that the road was unusually long, and that the guest of honor always seemed so far away. Neville could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on him, as if each eye couldn't be a searchlight. Ginny was a little excited, and she couldn't sit still. And Luna's somewhat prominent eyes contain a blankness, which basically follows the crowd.